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Great Scott! Sexual-massage, huh? Wild stuff, man! Picture this—up in the mountains, guiding folks, legs achin’, then bam, someone mentions sexual-massage. I’m like, whoa, rewind! Ain’t that a twist? See, it’s all about touch, right? Hands roamin’, tension meltin’—kinda like when Bauby in “The Diving Bell” says, “I’m a prisoner in my own body.” Except here, it’s freedom, baby! You’re unshackled, floatin’—a total 180!

At the pub, it’s packed. I’m talking about the kind of crowd that makes you feel alive. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m feeling all the good vibes. But then, outta nowhere, someone spills a drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But instead of getting mad, I just laugh it off.